Thursday and its extra Vitamin D day, I’m up early (ish) to clear the kitchen space and make hot drinks to take back to bed to my partner. I check my holiday vitals and find they are all good and then its time to chat and slowly get up for the day. Breakfast goes hand in hand with the morning meds, which as I mentioned earlier includes a block dose of vitamin D today. Its chilly outside as the wind whips off the sea so I and my partner well to go and post the last of the post cards and to get a paper. I lay in a store of Devon fudge, that won’t be coming home.

Back at the apartment its time to settle down to do the crosswords, read the paper and read. I have bought Harry Martinson’s Aniaria, A review of Man in Time and Space. Its a an epic poem about space flight, not many of those about. Its made up of 107 poems or sections, actually 106 in the addition I have as one verse has been omitted.

So I read for a long time until a brief break for a snack lunch and then my partner and I go for a walk up to the haunted house and the most famous car park in England (self proclaimed).

The walk back is easier as the wind is behind us, but neither of us want an ice ream today, so while my partner buys frozen chips I take pictures of Westwood Ho! out of season, its quiet and I half expect tumble weed.

With chips in hand we return to the apartment and a coffee over which I draft the blog. My bruised foot is still giving me jip but it is much improved. I periodically remember to do my hand physio and massage my operation scars with Nivea Crème. Evening sidles up and I return to my poetry sage and drift into the evening of quiche an TV before going through my pre bed rituals and meds. The time seems to be going past quickly now and still my writing journal remains bare.